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>>156076
He looks into her eyes with his own abs smiles. He pets her mane.
“You want to take a nap?” He asks
He looks into her eyes with his own abs smiles. He pets her mane.
“You want to take a nap?” He asks
>>156078
He makes a long pet along her body, down her mane.
"You're so sweet." He says. "Want to move to the other bed?" He asks
He makes a long pet along her body, down her mane.
"You're so sweet." He says. "Want to move to the other bed?" He asks
>>156079
Despite her roughness, her hair is still decently soft. Not silky-soft, but good enough. Her woolen dress is still covering her but has been spared from the products of their intercourse. He can feel that it's still pulled up and her rump is bare.
"Inviting me to sleep in your bed?" she asks with a brief wry smile. "Sure." She starts to get to her hooves, arching her back up to stretch.
Despite her roughness, her hair is still decently soft. Not silky-soft, but good enough. Her woolen dress is still covering her but has been spared from the products of their intercourse. He can feel that it's still pulled up and her rump is bare.
"Inviting me to sleep in your bed?" she asks with a brief wry smile. "Sure." She starts to get to her hooves, arching her back up to stretch.
>>156080
"I think it would be kind of nice." He says. He is the first to get up and off the bed. He has to be, because Amber is sandwiched between him and the wall. Once Amber is up and stretching, he takes some time to staring appreciatively at her hindquarters while it is still exposed. Once this is done, he does not join Amber, but instead carefully moves the blanket, then the old blanket, and then the rag, eventually leaving the room with the rag hidden by his side.
"I think it would be kind of nice." He says. He is the first to get up and off the bed. He has to be, because Amber is sandwiched between him and the wall. Once Amber is up and stretching, he takes some time to staring appreciatively at her hindquarters while it is still exposed. Once this is done, he does not join Amber, but instead carefully moves the blanket, then the old blanket, and then the rag, eventually leaving the room with the rag hidden by his side.
>>156081
It's a nice angle from which to look at them. Such soft lips, framed by a pleasantly round figure!
The old blanket has some secretions on it, though not as much as the cum-rag. Amber straightens out the bed underneath before climbing onto Mustard's own bed, her dress falling back over her tail. The pillow has some saliva on it and she leaves it behind, instead resting on her lover's bed as it's designed to. She gets comfortable as she lies on her side.
It's a nice angle from which to look at them. Such soft lips, framed by a pleasantly round figure!
The old blanket has some secretions on it, though not as much as the cum-rag. Amber straightens out the bed underneath before climbing onto Mustard's own bed, her dress falling back over her tail. The pillow has some saliva on it and she leaves it behind, instead resting on her lover's bed as it's designed to. She gets comfortable as she lies on her side.
>>156082
Mustard Trim takes his time, as cleaning up and covering up takes priority. He places the old blanket back in the closet - even as it has some liquids on it, and spends a minute or more out of the room, evidently having closed the door and turned the lights on. He moves things around on the other bed, and places dirty clothes back on top of it. Amber has had some time to lay down on the bed before he walks over, and lays on the bed next to her, his belly towards hers, and looking into her eyes.
Mustard Trim takes his time, as cleaning up and covering up takes priority. He places the old blanket back in the closet - even as it has some liquids on it, and spends a minute or more out of the room, evidently having closed the door and turned the lights on. He moves things around on the other bed, and places dirty clothes back on top of it. Amber has had some time to lay down on the bed before he walks over, and lays on the bed next to her, his belly towards hers, and looking into her eyes.
>>156083
Amber almost dozes off before he climbs on. Her purplish eyes gaze into his lovingly as she nuzzles his muzzle. Her legs are put on either side of Mustard as she nestles next to him, enjoying his body warmth. Slowly, she begins to fall asleep.
Amber almost dozes off before he climbs on. Her purplish eyes gaze into his lovingly as she nuzzles his muzzle. Her legs are put on either side of Mustard as she nestles next to him, enjoying his body warmth. Slowly, she begins to fall asleep.
>>156084
This time, it’s Amber’s turn to hold somepony in her arms…. Err, between her legs… Except, you know, for different reasons. She can feel the contrast of the warmth of his fur versus the cooler air of the room.
The little pony may fall asleep.
This time, it’s Amber’s turn to hold somepony in her arms…. Err, between her legs… Except, you know, for different reasons. She can feel the contrast of the warmth of his fur versus the cooler air of the room.
The little pony may fall asleep.
>>156089
Silver grinds the zebra's head against the rough ground, especially focusing on the head wound he sustained. There's a coldness in his voice.
"I do not care. I simply wish to talk to him, get him to cancel this Celestia-damned hit against literal colts. I am granting you choice, either you tell me where he is and no one gets hurt worse, or you stay silent and I carve my way through each and every member of your organization to get to him anyways."
Silver grinds the zebra's head against the rough ground, especially focusing on the head wound he sustained. There's a coldness in his voice.
"I do not care. I simply wish to talk to him, get him to cancel this Celestia-damned hit against literal colts. I am granting you choice, either you tell me where he is and no one gets hurt worse, or you stay silent and I carve my way through each and every member of your organization to get to him anyways."
>>156091
[1d3 = 3]
Just how tired is the little pony?
>>156090
He winces in pain as his head is pushed against the concrete.
"Ah! Yip! Yip!"
He barks in a peculiar sort of way.
While he is on the ground, he says, exasperated
"It's not a hit! We were just going to take the colt away is all."
But after the pressure is no longer applied...
"Heh... You really think you can defeat us? You can't. The police will be here soon" he says
[1d3 = 3]
Just how tired is the little pony?
>>156090
He winces in pain as his head is pushed against the concrete.
"Ah! Yip! Yip!"
He barks in a peculiar sort of way.
While he is on the ground, he says, exasperated
"It's not a hit! We were just going to take the colt away is all."
But after the pressure is no longer applied...
"Heh... You really think you can defeat us? You can't. The police will be here soon" he says
>>156092
Tired enough for a half-hour nap, at least. She short-changed herself on sleep AND has had physical exertion.
Tired enough for a half-hour nap, at least. She short-changed herself on sleep AND has had physical exertion.
>>156093
Alright, I know what scenario I'mma go with.
She has a short but sweet dream of galivanting along a hill with her lover.
Amber wakes up alone in the bed, with her husband having evidently wiggled his way out of her grasp during her sleep. There is no mystery as to his whereabouts, as Amber can see her coworker sitting upright on the other bed opposite her. The lamp is on, he is wearing glasses, and he has a book open on his lap, which he is reading.
Alright, I know what scenario I'mma go with.
She has a short but sweet dream of galivanting along a hill with her lover.
Amber wakes up alone in the bed, with her husband having evidently wiggled his way out of her grasp during her sleep. There is no mystery as to his whereabouts, as Amber can see her coworker sitting upright on the other bed opposite her. The lamp is on, he is wearing glasses, and he has a book open on his lap, which he is reading.
>>156092
"If you were calling your friends disguised as police, you will regret that decision."
He puts the end of the revolver's barrel against the zebra's temple and cocks the hammer back. The sound of the cylinder moving echos through his skull.
"Last chance. Tell me where he is located. Going once. Going twice..."
"If you were calling your friends disguised as police, you will regret that decision."
He puts the end of the revolver's barrel against the zebra's temple and cocks the hammer back. The sound of the cylinder moving echos through his skull.
"Last chance. Tell me where he is located. Going once. Going twice..."
>>156094
She opens her eyes, a satisfied expression on her face as an outstretched forelegs rubs along the bed in front of her. "What are you reading?" she sleepily calls out.
She opens her eyes, a satisfied expression on her face as an outstretched forelegs rubs along the bed in front of her. "What are you reading?" she sleepily calls out.
>>156095
Silver feels a tap on his shoulder. Judging from the relatively soft object, and the angle (it comes from Silver's side, rather than above or behind him) the best guess is it's Mala.
The Zebra's eyes are amazingly wide, and he stares somewhere off into the distance to the right of Silver's shoulder, evidently in the sky. His ears go all the way down
[1d20 = 11]
Silver feels a tap on his shoulder. Judging from the relatively soft object, and the angle (it comes from Silver's side, rather than above or behind him) the best guess is it's Mala.
The Zebra's eyes are amazingly wide, and he stares somewhere off into the distance to the right of Silver's shoulder, evidently in the sky. His ears go all the way down
[1d20 = 11]
>>156096
"A school book" he replies. He looks over towards Amber. He looks a bit different with glasses on.
>>156098
Mala looks at him concerned. Mala's lips are covered in blood, as is his leg, and his paw. He looks scared.
"The police will be coming. They always respond to the sound of gunshots. It may take them a while, but they will come."
The zebra however, says,
"Okay, okay"
"A school book" he replies. He looks over towards Amber. He looks a bit different with glasses on.
>>156098
Mala looks at him concerned. Mala's lips are covered in blood, as is his leg, and his paw. He looks scared.
"The police will be coming. They always respond to the sound of gunshots. It may take them a while, but they will come."
The zebra however, says,
"Okay, okay"
>>156099
Silver calls out to Frizzle.
"Does diamond dog have car keys on him?"
He turns back towards the zebra, voice still as cold as the steel pressed against the gangster's head.
"Talk."
Silver calls out to Frizzle.
"Does diamond dog have car keys on him?"
He turns back towards the zebra, voice still as cold as the steel pressed against the gangster's head.
"Talk."
>>156102
He smiles
“You’re welcome. I enjoyed much of last night… but I feel today has been better.”
>>156103
Frizzle:
“I don’t know. I can’t hold him down much longer. He’s still wrestling with me.”
Mala looks at Silver with a scared expression.
“What should I do?”
The zebra, however, seems a little more frightened than Mala:
“He visits the Golden Sun restaurant and does some of his business there.”
He smiles
“You’re welcome. I enjoyed much of last night… but I feel today has been better.”
>>156103
Frizzle:
“I don’t know. I can’t hold him down much longer. He’s still wrestling with me.”
Mala looks at Silver with a scared expression.
“What should I do?”
The zebra, however, seems a little more frightened than Mala:
“He visits the Golden Sun restaurant and does some of his business there.”
>>156104
"Just stay with me, my friend, you will be okay."
Silver lifts the zebra up off the ground, and pushes him forward. Although no longer grappling, he keeps the revolver pointed at the zebra.
"Thank you. Now go, and do not ever show your face around this orphanage or these colts again or I not hesitate to send you straight to Tartarus."
"Just stay with me, my friend, you will be okay."
Silver lifts the zebra up off the ground, and pushes him forward. Although no longer grappling, he keeps the revolver pointed at the zebra.
"Thank you. Now go, and do not ever show your face around this orphanage or these colts again or I not hesitate to send you straight to Tartarus."
>>156104
"It's been less frantic, more…romantic," she says, giggling. She gets up and hops off the bed, her mane in slight disarray.
"May I use your bathroom?" she asks.
"It's been less frantic, more…romantic," she says, giggling. She gets up and hops off the bed, her mane in slight disarray.
"May I use your bathroom?" she asks.
>>156105
The vehicle is close enough to them that pushing him forward may result in pressing him against the car’s frame, or against the rear right passenger seat through the car’s open door. The Zebra’s eyes are wide, and he remains silent.
Mala:
“Are you sure?”
>>156106
“Heheh, yeah. Sure you can.”
Amber surely still has some of her coltfriend in her. She probably still has some in her from last night and the morning.
The vehicle is close enough to them that pushing him forward may result in pressing him against the car’s frame, or against the rear right passenger seat through the car’s open door. The Zebra’s eyes are wide, and he remains silent.
Mala:
“Are you sure?”
>>156106
“Heheh, yeah. Sure you can.”
Amber surely still has some of her coltfriend in her. She probably still has some in her from last night and the morning.
>>156107
"Thanks, I won't be long."
She goes into the hallway and looks down the stairwell before entering the bathroom. How does it compare to hers?
"Thanks, I won't be long."
She goes into the hallway and looks down the stairwell before entering the bathroom. How does it compare to hers?
>>156107
The original intention was to push him away into the street. He gives a brief nod at Mala before returning his attention to the zebra.
"Well, go! Run!"
The original intention was to push him away into the street. He gives a brief nod at Mala before returning his attention to the zebra.
"Well, go! Run!"
>>156108
The front door is closed, light still comes through the windows next to the door, indicating it is daylight (this would have been evident in Mustard's room as well), and there is yellow light illuminating the foyer.
It's a little cramped, with a small toilet, a single small window, and a bathtub-shower. The tile floors look nice, there are several blue and white towels and rags with floral designs on them, and the white paint of the wall looks new. So it probably looks better than Amber's bathroom, though the actual dimensions of the bathroom may be slightly smaller.
>>156109
Mala looks at him, evidently comforted.
Or maybe the Zebra doesn't get pressed into the car... He moves a little to the left, places a hoof in the open car seat, and turns around trying to get up. At first, he starts to crawl into the car seat. Evidently he decides against this, because he turns around and starts towards the back of the car. He runs into the side of the car as he tries to clear his way around, falls down, quickly gets back up, and trots off at high speed.
Mala is still overtop of his quarry.
The front door is closed, light still comes through the windows next to the door, indicating it is daylight (this would have been evident in Mustard's room as well), and there is yellow light illuminating the foyer.
It's a little cramped, with a small toilet, a single small window, and a bathtub-shower. The tile floors look nice, there are several blue and white towels and rags with floral designs on them, and the white paint of the wall looks new. So it probably looks better than Amber's bathroom, though the actual dimensions of the bathroom may be slightly smaller.
>>156109
Mala looks at him, evidently comforted.
Or maybe the Zebra doesn't get pressed into the car... He moves a little to the left, places a hoof in the open car seat, and turns around trying to get up. At first, he starts to crawl into the car seat. Evidently he decides against this, because he turns around and starts towards the back of the car. He runs into the side of the car as he tries to clear his way around, falls down, quickly gets back up, and trots off at high speed.
Mala is still overtop of his quarry.
>>156110
"Oh, this is nice," she says to herself. It's certainly better laid out; whereas Amber's bathroom is a long rectangle with sink, toilet, and shower laid out in a row, this is a compact yet comfortable square shape. She notices they have a proper bathtub, and she yearns to once again enjoy a nice, relaxing hot bath. Maybe another time; it would be just rude to do so on her first visit.
She carefully strips off her dress, inspects it–she succeeded in keeping it clean, folds it and puts it in a place where it won't get trampled, such as on a towel rack. Once she finishes using the toilet, she takes some tissue paper, wets it in the sink, and lies on her back in the tub to give her better access. She sticks one of her hind legs up in the air and wipes off her rump and thighs. When she's finished, she discards it in the toilet and repeats the process, sighing softly as she wipes along her vulva. She needs to muffle a gasp as she sticks it inside, wiping away the sticky secretions. She gets another wad and pushes it deeper, into her canal proper. She cannot get very deep inside so she stands upright, braced against the wall, pushing with her walls to coax out any fluid that has remained. This odd positioning triggers a cramp in her leg, but she is able to suffer through it.
It doesn't take longer than a few minutes to complete this cleaning. She flushes away the evidence of her intercourse, washes her hooves, puts her dress back on, and walks back to Mustard's room with a blushing face.
"Oh, this is nice," she says to herself. It's certainly better laid out; whereas Amber's bathroom is a long rectangle with sink, toilet, and shower laid out in a row, this is a compact yet comfortable square shape. She notices they have a proper bathtub, and she yearns to once again enjoy a nice, relaxing hot bath. Maybe another time; it would be just rude to do so on her first visit.
She carefully strips off her dress, inspects it–she succeeded in keeping it clean, folds it and puts it in a place where it won't get trampled, such as on a towel rack. Once she finishes using the toilet, she takes some tissue paper, wets it in the sink, and lies on her back in the tub to give her better access. She sticks one of her hind legs up in the air and wipes off her rump and thighs. When she's finished, she discards it in the toilet and repeats the process, sighing softly as she wipes along her vulva. She needs to muffle a gasp as she sticks it inside, wiping away the sticky secretions. She gets another wad and pushes it deeper, into her canal proper. She cannot get very deep inside so she stands upright, braced against the wall, pushing with her walls to coax out any fluid that has remained. This odd positioning triggers a cramp in her leg, but she is able to suffer through it.
It doesn't take longer than a few minutes to complete this cleaning. She flushes away the evidence of her intercourse, washes her hooves, puts her dress back on, and walks back to Mustard's room with a blushing face.
>>156111
The poor girl does not get a hot bath.
Mustard would be disappointed that Amber cleaned away (most of) the love stain he left in her. Then again, he wouldn't know, and in any event he'll appreciate the increased friction in the next intercourse.
Mustard Trim looks to her as she returns to the room, turning his head up, and still wearing the glasses. He has a second book open on the bed, but is otherwise in the same position as before, still reading.
"Hello Amber"
The poor girl does not get a hot bath.
Mustard would be disappointed that Amber cleaned away (most of) the love stain he left in her. Then again, he wouldn't know, and in any event he'll appreciate the increased friction in the next intercourse.
Mustard Trim looks to her as she returns to the room, turning his head up, and still wearing the glasses. He has a second book open on the bed, but is otherwise in the same position as before, still reading.
"Hello Amber"
>>156112
What with Mustard preferring Amber to have his 'love stains' on and in her, he may one day want to keep her in a jar which he'll slowly fill up.
"Hi Mustard. Would you like some help?" She looks at what this book is now.
What with Mustard preferring Amber to have his 'love stains' on and in her, he may one day want to keep her in a jar which he'll slowly fill up.
"Hi Mustard. Would you like some help?" She looks at what this book is now.
>>156113
>First line
Well that got dark quickly
"Help with what?" He asks
It appears to be a history text book.
>First line
Well that got dark quickly
"Help with what?" He asks
It appears to be a history text book.
>>156115
"Okay" He says, as if testing her. He flips a couple pages
"Alright, here's one of the study questions. It's local history. 'What were the underlying causes of the Baltimare clashes of 770?'"
"Okay" He says, as if testing her. He flips a couple pages
"Alright, here's one of the study questions. It's local history. 'What were the underlying causes of the Baltimare clashes of 770?'"
>>156119
History: the generally accepted reason was an aversion to a series of customs duties on both imported abs exported goods, as well as grants of monopolies to specific trading companies.
Local: several local militia members were killed, as well as prominent merchant and bystanders. The incident(s) is seen as a part of the founding of Baltimare’s regional identity, and resulted in the central government loosening trade monopolies, and ultimately (a decade later) resulted in regional government offices being transferred to Baltimare from Fillydelphia.
History: the generally accepted reason was an aversion to a series of customs duties on both imported abs exported goods, as well as grants of monopolies to specific trading companies.
Local: several local militia members were killed, as well as prominent merchant and bystanders. The incident(s) is seen as a part of the founding of Baltimare’s regional identity, and resulted in the central government loosening trade monopolies, and ultimately (a decade later) resulted in regional government offices being transferred to Baltimare from Fillydelphia.
>>156120
She thinks she has a satisfactory answer. "Well, there was an incident where some local ponies were killed over disagreements about custom duties and monopolies. It took a whole decade before the region saw more autonomy, but the monopolies were loosened in the meantime."
She thinks she has a satisfactory answer. "Well, there was an incident where some local ponies were killed over disagreements about custom duties and monopolies. It took a whole decade before the region saw more autonomy, but the monopolies were loosened in the meantime."
>>156122
She puts a hoof to her mouth. "Hmm…well the locals certainly didn't like the duties or monopolies, and I suppose they wanted autonomous government."
She puts a hoof to her mouth. "Hmm…well the locals certainly didn't like the duties or monopolies, and I suppose they wanted autonomous government."
>>156123
He nods, evidently pleased.
“Okay…” he looks down to the book. “I think my teacher said it was about middle class merchants like ship owners resenting the lower payouts the shipping company gave… which has something to do with the customs, but it was more a revolt against the local rich. Also something about the militias being madd to help protect against Diamond dogs, which I guess the Royal Guard wasn’t doing.”
He nods, evidently pleased.
“Okay…” he looks down to the book. “I think my teacher said it was about middle class merchants like ship owners resenting the lower payouts the shipping company gave… which has something to do with the customs, but it was more a revolt against the local rich. Also something about the militias being madd to help protect against Diamond dogs, which I guess the Royal Guard wasn’t doing.”
>>156124
"That sounds interesting. Want me to read along with you? For real, this time," she says with a toothy grin.
"That sounds interesting. Want me to read along with you? For real, this time," she says with a toothy grin.
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